Sun and rain, shared with The Mag.
SUN AND RAIN
[1.] La Croix-Valmer, Côte d'Azur
By day we burn into
our own shadows. Crash-
landed on white sand,
scoured by salt, we rust
and wither, leached dry
of our solution.
Once we were flesh,
now we are
part terra cotta, part
dead leaves, all oven
dust. That birthright
certainty, cool water
falling, belongs to legend
lodged in rumour. Rising,
rising, the sun yells
in a blue room and
we drown inside
each other’s steam.
By night we slip
between cool covers
and dream in green.
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pic: http://fancyfotografic.blogspot.co.uk/2012/04/moor-storm.html
[2.] Fernworthy Reservoir, Dartmoor
Inside the slate-grey heart
of rain we move like figures
in another’s dream.
Directionless, we’ve lost
the certainty of standing water,
under a moiling sky, splayed
face down across the moor.
Now mighty blades of rain
have chopped the logic
of the hills into broken
language and we can’t read
the meaning of a world
without horizons. Taproot
boots suck like tussocks
and so we stand, mouths
open, doomed beneath
our packs, bog men dissolving
back to salt and sinew.
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Stop press! Rachel Fenton has posted an interview with me on the publication of my poetry collection Ancient Lights at excellent blog Snow Like Thought.
